Lyre Poems

Orpheus In The Undergrowth

"As the greatest of all poets and musicians,
tho' you may call me 'liar',
Hermes may have invented it
but I perfected the lyre
and with my music and singing
if only I could see
the forest for the trees
I would coax the woods to dance for me
but, on the other hand
from where I stand,
it appears to be,
looking at it from all angles,
nothing but nettles, brambles
and both
briars and tangles,"
quoth he, Orpheus in the undergrowth.

The Fudge

abecedarian poem
The fudge! The fudge!
 A mnemonic device
some good acronyms to
 remember for the clefs
Early: Gregarious:Blissfull Days Fatuous
Equivocate Garrulous Bouis Dampen Fervor
Egotistical Gaffe Balafon De-esser Fortissimo
abstract or impersonal information Vandoren
spoke the reed-member.
The fudge: the fudge 'The fudge!
Lady what are you talking about:
I hunger; in deeds I do!
egg;grits;bacon;Daikon: Fudge!
The fudge! the Fudge The Fudge!
Exotic:Gracful:Boxum:Devotion: Flirtatious
These are some acronyms!
Eating Green Bok choy Discorages Farts
eating feta bought Dence farts
 Electronic Drums: Ground :Bees: disperse: Fiddlers
Eager: Gizzers:Bizzentine's:Dungeoneers:Fancy
Eager:Glammers:Bet:Down:Folly
Either:Gerund,Beat;Dark-match: first
Every:Grappler:Brings:Dirty-finsh:
Edakka.Gandingan,Bassoon:didgeridoo:Flageolet!

Horae's Lyre

Making eternity
out of a moment
Escaping
the pretense of time
Beginnings
and endings
Falling away
in one enduring rhyme

Making eternity
bend to my will
An Angel
comes to dance
Wings on fire
Horae's lyre
The instant christened
—another chance

(The New Room: June, 2023)

Girl Playing Lyre

GIRL PLAYING LYRE - by Tadeusz Styka

I'm a sweet girl, 
Playing my lyre, 
Music does whirl, 
Quenching heart fire, 

Hair flying free, 
Eyes lost in dream, 
Lyre defines me, 
Sad strains soft scream, 

Song of the lyre
Calls out to you, 
Hands do inspire
Melody blue, 

I look for you, 
As hands thrum tune, 
And implore you, 
Hear my soul croon, 

Lyre chords haunt you, 
Fingers strum slow, 
Love notes taunt you, 
Air set aglow! 


25th March 2023

Lyre In You

Lyre that you strum
  Melody in hum
    A tale, myth or a thrum?

Lyria the Lyre

I say to You,
“I will do whatever Thou hast me do.”
You reply,
“Daughter, love, I ask you die.”
And when I beg the reason why
My heart bleeding 
Lord, You cry,
“Eternity is yours!”
To my tired sigh.

“Fine,” I swear.
“Let them tear out my hair and throw stones.
You and I know nothing breaks these old bones.”

Ever since that day,
The pact that was made-
The sky hast been stormy
Uncertain and grey.
But Our love is infinite
So I’ll be okay.

Erato

Erato

Each of the nine Muses
Endeavor to inspire.
Erato, lyre in hand,
Engages with men's minds,
Elegantly with words ...
Each phoneme, each pattern
Encourages lyrics.

Love Query

Whisper you love me
and I'll tell the whole
world
We can dance fantango
The audience is the
World
So than it's time
So than we do
Shout it out
You love me
I'll send a shout out
To you
Say you'll marry me
And wanna keep me
Yours
Cause there's a lot of
Loving
And places to explore
So than we're lovers
Let's find a place to
Kiss
When were old folks
We can reminisce
Talk about the old days
Exaggerate the truth
Sip conance with our
Coffee
Exchange anniversary
Gifts
Tell the world you love
Me
That's when we'll start
Say it with feelings
True love comes from the
Heart....... ??!

From don't get all Moody: you know I Love you!
Intros to "The BankDay Buster"

Love Query

Whisper you love me
and I'll tell the whole
world
We can dance fantango
The audience is the
World
So than it's time
So than we do
Shout it out
You love me
I'll send a shout out
To you
Say you'll marry me
And wanna keep me
Yours
Cause there's a lot of
Loving
And places to explore
So than we're lovers
Let's find a place to
Kiss
When were old folks
We can reminisce
Talk about the old days
Exaggerate the truth
Sip conance with our
Coffee
Exchange anniversary
Gifts
Tell the world you love
Me
That's when we'll start
Say it with feelings
True love comes from the
Heart....... ??!

From don't get all Moody: you know I Love you!

Music of the Lyre

If you say the music comes from the lyres,
Why is there no music from the lyre in case?
If you say the music is on the tips of fingers,
Why can’t you enjoy music at your finger base?
(Tran.)

The Twilight Lyre

The sunset whispers get together in the bowl
The electricity hands them over the momentum
The oranges in the soul a bit out of control
The golden darkness stirs the dormant venom

My horizons crumble in the pink petals
As you let all the birds fly into ...
My balance the toxic touch unsettles
In the inflamed heart beat just me and you

See dear how the red corpuscles crowd
In the crazy chocolate wafers in delight
Our ionised charges unleash aloud
The sparks as the prelude to the night

Tonight we will set free all chains
In compliance with the scarlet gravity
Perfumed storm must precede the rains
Following the deluge of the insanity

Beat by beat the pulls defeat all the dams
The water is in a purple rebellion
The universe tonight into our hands
The splattered sun calls for the stallion

The black and orange mingling in the two sounds
The million sparks bloom out from the two fires
The dance of the fire with the two heats unwound
The twilight music of the two tidal lyres
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March 27,  2018
For Picture This - Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Joseph May 
Based on Image 3

When a Liar Plays Lyre

when a liar plays lyre
the ignorant
rash to dance madly
the wise
think fast, first

Mythical Lyre

in meadows more verdant than evergreen
there is but an Orphic lyre that tingles
in dream’s delight,
haunting, husking, heaving
the songs my soul cannot reach
except in interludes of moonlight’s chant,

as the nearness of grasses twirl my hair
dancing with inner wolves
in velvet chorus...not of moaning trespasses
but for now,
if only for now,
on the stage of star-glow blushing my face
I am relieved from the rasp of past’s tatters...

this same plucking of  lyre fiddles higher  higher
while the movement of its rhapsody
dangles like a mythical lore on duskfall's arms

cleansing me from a silent scream so punishing.



Paint Me A Picture 4 for Silent One's Contest
10/11/2017

Jane's Lyre Is Played Near the Villa's Door

L-yre of Jane is played
A-t the floor near the villa's door; 
R-apture and given gaiety
A-re added to the pleasure.

J-ane's lyre is gladly played
A-t the bench near the villa's movable piece; 
N-ice stuff of the harp class
E-specially was used in ancient Greece.

V-iolin, guitar, and other
I-nstruments with strings
L-et one hear the good sound
L-eading him to thrilling things.
A-s Jane's lyre is played, 
F-illing one's heart with joy; 
U-se the rare opportunity, 
E-njoying the musical toy.
R-ainy night won't pass by
T-ill September twenty-four; 
E-very year Jane's lyre is played near the villa's door.

Loves Lyre

Loves Lyre


The days are longer than the marches
to the sunsets long awaited peace
of lovers lost in ego driven searches
for memories - too long away - to reach.

The scent of you, like flowers, slowly faded
washed away in tears of selfish fear
as war has left us all a bit more jaded
less certain of - for what it is - we care.

Dreams reduced to fitful, twitching, aching
to reclaim the picture fading in the dust
wondering if the loneliness is owing
to the cracks in young devotions crumbling trust.

Darkness cannot blanket duties virtue
nor duty douse a living passions fire
for when they sound the bell for curfew
on the wind there drifts the sound of lover’s lyre.



7/28/2014
for – Isaiah Zerbst
contest – Fill Up a Scroll

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